Big? Sure. But, he can't catch mice! So for your big tree. No use? Then plant it in the wasteland - in emptiness. Walk idly around it and rest under it's shadow. No axe or saw prepares its end. No one will ever cut it down. Useless? You should worry!.
Watching a documentary with people hacking their way through some polar wasteland is merely a visual. Actually trying to deal with cold that can literally kill you is quite a different thing.
Eventually we will all wither and die in the wasteland of logic and science.
Television is a vast wasteland.
I can connect Nothing with nothing
I invite you to sit down in front of your television set when your station goes on the air. . . and keep your eyes glued to that set until the station signs off. I can assure you that you will observe a great wasteland.
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
Stage work, that's all I have in my background. Wasteland was my first TV experience. Dawson's was my first long-term, I mean the entire season of 22 episodes.
The industrial powerhouse of 1950 [Detroit] is now a crime-ridden wasteland with a functioning literacy rate equivalent to West African basket-cases.
Paris must either not fall into the hands of the enemy or the enemy must find it only a wasteland.
[The Internet,] A Superhighway through the Wasteland?
Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend. . . when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's present - love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure - the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.
It's as though either you accept [religious] doctrine and then you can have all the nice stuff, or you reject the doctrine and you're living in some kind of spiritual wasteland under the guidance of CNN and Walmart.
We develop our beautiful planet in such a way that we brush aside the species. . . we risk creating a wasteland, where our aspirations will ultimately wither and die
Life without passion would be a dull wasteland of neutrality, cut off and isolated from the richness of life itself.
Take cyberspace as an example. We had this wonderful utopian vision of a new home for the mind. What we've reaped isn't cyberspace. It's cyberbia. It's this vast, bland wasteland of vulgar people and trivial ideas and pictures of half-naked starlets. But despite all the uncertainty, has there ever been a more fascinating moment to be alive?
The content defines the platform, so whereas when I was working at ABC from '66 to '76, people said it was the "great wasteland. " It was the least-objectionable program that succeeded. It was, if you could get behind "All in the Family," you were successful.
When you go for a walk, take seeds with you, poppies, rainbow chard, rocket. Plant them among the weeds in patches of wasteland. See what happens.
Knowledge is awareness, and to it are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is led by something felt on the wind, something seen in the stars, something that calls from the wasteland to the spirit.
Paul Brunton was surely one of the finest mystical flowers to grow on the wasteland of our secular civilization. What he has to say is important to us all.
